Xue Lingqing responded, "Hello, Mrs. Qin."
Old Mrs. Qin smiled and said hello back. Jiang Wanqiu's youngest son was impressive, handsome, and polite when he spoke.
Xue Lingqing figured that Li Qiao hadn't told on him when he got home that day, otherwise his grandma wouldn't be so amicable towards them.
Jiang Wanqiu promised while glancing at Xue Sufen.
Xue Sufen, still hung up on the fact that Li Qiao had borrowed her paper only to steal it, greeted reluctantly, "Hello, Old Mrs. Qin."
Old Mrs. Qin: "Very good, what a coincidence to run into you all here. And who is this young lady?"
